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08/23/2004: "West Chester"

MY aunt and uncle have lived in the same house for as long as I can remember, and that makes it more than forty years now. They raised six kids there, so most of the times I remember being there it was a hive of all sort of juvenile activity. The three boys were within two year or so of my age, either way, and the girls were younger. By now they have all been married for a few years and have children of their own. They all live near the family home so it's likely that many of its days now, even as an empty nest, are as lively as ever. With all that crowd it couldn't help but be a hospitable place to those of us who came and visited more rarely -- and even though I haven't been there in years I still feel as if there would be a sincere welcome for me there. I haven't been dissolute enough to be a prodigal son, just busy and disinclined to travel; it's been too long since I brought myself to rest there.